Loneliness Of Cities (Jorge Carerra Andrade Poems)
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
I was born in the century of the death of the rosewhen the motor had already driven out the angels.Quito ...
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